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About three quarters of the way through every concert that I’ve been to, I find myself transitioning from a state of enjoying the concert and the moment that I’m in, to realizing that the experience will be ending soon and feeling stressed about having to enjoy the performance.
European Horizons, an organization that is part of an international, student-run think tank, hosted a discussion called “The Brexit Mess” on Thursday. The group, which started on campus in 2016, organizes discussions and brings in speakers with the aim of broadening student engagement with issues in Europe. The group attempted to sort through issues with Brexit and to reflect on Great Britain’s current status with regards to the European Union.
I came away from Dean Lewis’ concert having learnt three things. Firstly, that all the best artistic inspiration comes from spending time in London. Secondly, that diamonds are definitely made under pressure. And thirdly, that Dean Lewis’ voice is even more beautiful in real life than it is over Spotify, which is something I truly didn’t think was possible.
“My break up tally: Break ups = 20000+; Cancelled engagements = 70; Divorces = 80.”
The first time I saw The Wombats live was in 2015 at the Reading Festival in the U.K. It’s a sort of rite of passage, at least for private school students in London, to spend three days after GCSE (the first set of big public exams for British students) results come out camped out in the mud, going to see as many different artists as possible, getting no sleep and spending as much money on bad food-truck food as you can.
Roughly a year ago, I wrote my first column for The News-Letter. In an attempt to “introduce myself” and this column, I unwittingly put myself into a box. I labelled myself as “the British girl” because that’s what I had already been labelled as by most people I’d met just a few weeks into my first semester here. I allowed myself to stay within that box, however, and I can only blame myself for that.
No one could say for even a moment that Crazy Rich Asians does not deliver on its title, despite our Uber driver telling me at length about how all he could think of was Crazy, Stupid, Love. when he heard the name of the movie we were on our way to see (which hadn’t crossed my mind until that moment).
While the Fresh Food Cafe (FFC) will probably be the place you go to most often for food, and the Baltimore Museum of Art (BMA) the place you go to most often when you need to feel like you’re doing something cultured, there are plenty of hidden treasures in Baltimore — if one only dares to pop the bubble.
Walking into the Glass Pavilion at noon on April 6, I suddenly realized exactly what I had signed myself up for when I enthusiastically volunteered to cover the Sheridan Libraries’ fifth annual Edible Book Festival.
On Tuesday, March 27, J Street U invited actor and photographer Gili Getz to perform his autobiographical one-man performance, The Forbidden Conversation. The “forbidden conversation,” as Getz refers to it, is one that is not only forbidden from happening, but is also one that has been banned from even being talked about.
After releasing two EPs, Did You Hear the Rain? and Cassy O’ in November of 2013 and April of 2014 respectively, English singer-songwriter George Ezra rose to fame with his hit single, “Budapest.” The song reached the top 10 in several countries around the world and reached number one in another five.
Spencer Finch’s Moon Dust (Apollo 17) opened at the Baltimore Museum of Art (BMA) on Feb. 21, 2018. The installation was originally presented at the 2009 Venice Biennale and creates a beautiful intersection between art and science.
At the end of the show, with the members of both Throat Culture and The Buttered Niblets lying “dead” on the ground and just one member left standing and muttering “I’m just gonna go backstage now...,” I felt even more confused than I was at the start.
Now that I am solidly into my second semester here, I’ve naturally been reflecting on my time in America thus far and have decided that now would be a good time to share some of the things that, six months into living here, I find (for lack of a better word) weird.
I was very late to the Hamilton party. I’m not going to lie to you, as a Brit, I wasn’t that interested in a musical about America, America’s Founding Fathers and animosity for Britain. That doesn’t by any means suggest that I wasn’t beyond excited to see the show in London just a week after it opened.
Until last Sunday, Feb. 4, I had never seen any part of the Super Bowl; not the game, the commercials nor the halftime show.